Love. Such a delicate thing to feel. You could screw it all up in the blink of an eye. You can feel free or you can feel like youβre in prison, choking on your own fears. You could live in your own fantasy, wishing that you could love someone. But you always know thatβs not true. Youβll never truly love someone. You know that if you go out into the really worldβ¦ You canβt face the truth. So you sit in the darkest corner feeling sorry for yourself. Sorry you never felt love. Sorry you screwed it all up just that fast.
But it wonβt matter. Love is a precious thing. Itβs like really thin glassβ¦ Waiting to be broken. Love is a hero and a villain. Thatβs just how the world works.